Dhmis Short Stories Fanfiction (mostly about yellow guy)

the lonelinest boy in town

(Don't Hug Me I'm The Chosen One: Malcolm's backstory)

It was such a fine summer season in Swistak tribe village, located in the Kayumngy town in the realm of race. The adults are busy working while the children are busy playing. Everyone looks normal and bearable, except for a young boy named Michael. Ever since, he was born, his face is all wrinkly and filled with warts. In other words, he's naturally ugly. Because of this, he's prone to being bullied by kids his age and swistak adults' favorite gossip topic. Most of the time, Michael plays all alone because nobody wants to include him in their games.

His parents and siblings couldn't be any worse. His mother refuses to nourish him as much as she does with her other children, seeing Michael as a "grave mistake". His father won't accept him as his own son, claiming that no such bullshit like Michael runs in the blood of his family. His older brother likes kicking Michael's ass and pull really dangerous "fun" pranks while his younger sister enjoy playing victim and getting Michael to be punished by their parents for the wrong doings he didn't even do.

Michael's 12th birthday was the worse ever. His whole family acted like as if his birthday doesn't exist at all and instead had him do all the chores in the house while they went outside the town to have fun themselves. While dusting the ceiling, Michael accidentally slips down off the ladders and was knocked unconscious by hitting his head on the floor for few hours. He was awoken by the angry shriek of his mother.

"YOU LAZY WORTHLESS RATBAG! WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING INSTEAD OF DOING ALL THE TASKS I GAVE YOU?!"

"B-but mom...I was trying my best, I just slipped off by accident," replied Michael.

His father grabs his son's arm aggressively, squeezing so tight his fingernails created marks on Michael's skin. "HOW CAN YOU BE SO STUPID?! IF YOU'RE REALLY USING YOUR BRAIN THEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE ENDED UP IN THAT DAMN ACCIDENT!"

Instead of helping, the siblings just giggled. Michael is on the verge of crying but his family doesn't care at all. He's so ugly, they wished Michael would just die as they see him as a cause of embarrassment on his family in front of other swistaks and Kayumngian residents.

"QUIT YOUR SILLY TEARS! YOU'RE JUST MAKING YOURSELF EVEN MORE UNAPPROACHABLE!" yelled Michael's mother.

"I DON'T WANT ANY MORE WEAK UGLY FREAKS LIKE YOU IN MY HOUSE! GET OFF MY SIGHT BEFORE I LOSE MY CONTROL AND COMMIT MURDER!" shouted Michael's father as he forcibly kicks his son out of their house.

Average 12-year-old swistaks get a nice birthday celebration, complete with cake, but all that Michael got on his 12th birthday is the same misery he experiences his whole entire life but worse. He got disowned and eliminated from the very house he's supposed to call home. Now Michael is left to no choice but face getting thrown by rocks and hurtful words by people at the street.

One night, a group of teenage swistak boys decided to play a prank on Michael. They tied him up with ropes by a tree upside down and hit him with sticks disregarding his pain, calling Michael a "freak piñata". Passerbys saw what's happening but instead of helping poor Michael and punishing the teenagers, they gathered to cheer and laugh. The next day, Michael woke up from under the tree, unable to stand up due to the bruises and wounds he received from getting hit by sticks several times.

"What even is the point of living here if everyone's just gonna treat me rubbish," murmured Michael. "Perhaps other people outside this town will treat me good."

As soon as he finally recovered from his injuries, Michael decided to run away. He travelled all on his own until he reached another town. However, the other tribe were also disturbed by his ugliness and they refused to accept him. Time passed by fast yet Michael still haven't found a new safe home for him to settle in. Every tribe and town he come across rejected him greatly. The last tribe Michael tried to immigrate to was the Dilawin tribe.